A little-known fact about me: I once acted in a murder mystery dinner theater in Philadelphia. I had to act, sing, serve food and drink, and arrest the murderer at the end of the show.
Now, Morocco has it's own murder mystery. Actually, it's a double homicide.
I woke up Saturday morning to a repeated thumping noise. It was very early, so I thought it was weird that my roommate would be awake at all, let along banging doors and knocking things around. I snoozed until I had to get about a half hour later. When I opened the door, I saw a bird swoop around and disappear into the living room. Then a heard a familiar thump. Once I mustered up the courage to leave my room, I found two dead or stunned birds lying underneath the living room window, belly up.
Here's the mystery: There were definitely no birds in the house when Mary and I went to bed. And all the doors and windows were closed tight.
Now, Morocco has it's own murder mystery. Actually, it's a double homicide.
I woke up Saturday morning to a repeated thumping noise. It was very early, so I thought it was weird that my roommate would be awake at all, let along banging doors and knocking things around. I snoozed until I had to get about a half hour later. When I opened the door, I saw a bird swoop around and disappear into the living room. Then a heard a familiar thump. Once I mustered up the courage to leave my room, I found two dead or stunned birds lying underneath the living room window, belly up.
Here's the mystery: There were definitely no birds in the house when Mary and I went to bed. And all the doors and windows were closed tight.
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